Sherlock took a cab down to the Watson's and walked up to their door. He pulled up his collar before ringing the doorbell and shoving his hands in his pockets. Then the door opened and Sherlock looked up. Little Sherly had opened the door, her blue eyes as big as ever.
"Hello," he smiled before she laughed and hugged him. Sherlock froze, still not used to this form of greeting.
"Sweetheart, who was it?" Mary called before coming to the door, grinning at the sight. "About time you got here, Sherlock. Sherly was so excited that you were going to see her off to school today."
"I see," Sherlock answered, smiling down at the small child. Sherly giggled and let him go.
"It's mah first day!" she cheered, throwing her arms into the air. Sherlock nodded, still smiling.
"I know," he replied with as much enthusiasm as he could muster. Sherly grabbed his hand and dragged him inside past Mary.
"Daddy!" she called as John answered from upstairs. "Shalock is here!"
"I'll be right down!" John replied as Sherly turned back to Sherlock.
"Did you ever go to preschool?" she asked, suddenly curious. Sherlock shrugged.
"For a few months," Sherlock answered as he sat down on the couch. Sherly smirked and leaned against the arm.
"Aren't you supposed to be there for a year?" She continued as she fidgeted.
"I was special," he muttered, carefully choosing words that she could understand.
"Do you think I'm special?" she wondered, looking around.
"Possibly," he winked, making her giggle, as John walked downstairs.
"Shall we get a move on?" John suggested, walking toward the car. Sherly cheered as Sherlock silently stood up and followed.